Tf2 x reader oneshots!

Red sniper x red Mage!Reader

This one was suggested by Madylen221. I've made a bit of a bold decision and made the reader Non-Binary, just because I want to represent different people. I hope it's not a problem and apologise if it is. I also wanted to take a bit of a fluffier approach with this one but I'm not sure it ended up that way, lol. Don't be afraid to ask for something super specific either, or if you have certain elements you want in your story mention them so I can do the best I can for your expectations. Enjoy!

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Reader's P.o.v.

"3...2...1..." The administrator's countdown ticked to a close and a loud horn blared, signalling us to start. All we had to do was stop a payload from being delivered, but our opponents were butthurt from today's losing streak and really upped their game. They made it to the first checkpoint in record time and it was looking bad, but Medic was able to charge the Uber and a well placed buffed Heavy took care of that.

I was stationed outside their respawn with a couple of my team-mates, namely Pyro flanking them, Demo laying traps, and Sniper guarding us from somewhere else. I was using magic to boost their damage, our actions here could change the whole game. The BLU's had such short respawns, it felt pretty unfair when I first joined but I learned it wasn't much of an advantage.

Right on cue, their Scout and Soldier charged forward only to be blown up by the mines placed around the spawn, the Heavy and his pocket Medic ran forward and started firing, but I'd cast a shield to defend me and demo as Pyro burned them from behind. I smiled, feeling proud, but my shield shattered suddenly. I dropped down to the floor as bullets started hitting the boulder I was sheltered behind.

A single shot, a pause, no more. I threw a pebble up in the air and it fractured into tiny pieces, hit with deadly accuracy. The BLU sniper, certainly, but he wasn't that good. I felt a metallic taste in the back of my throat and the air seemed thick with hostile magic. The BLU's didn't take much time before finding themselves a mage too, I regarded bitterly. Damn copy-cats.

I sighed heavily and cracked my neck. Time to party.

I darted out from behind my shelter and the bullets rained down, following me closely. I swept my arm out in an arc and the previously dormant scraps of rock, wood, and metal lying on the floor shoot towards my enemies as projectiles. Casting a quick defence charm, I leap up, speeding across the narrow wooden walkway and thanking my lucky stars for every bullet that missed their target.

Though I had no time for rest, as soon as I turned a corner a high pitched beep startled me, and I barely had time to turn back before a level 3 turret annihilated the spot I had formerly been.

I racked my brain for a solution but I was feeling the effects of using so much magic suddenly. My head started to spin and fatigue was slowly creeping closer. I could probably do at least three more spells if I acted quickly, but to my left was a fast and deadly machine and to my right were BLUs rapidly searching for me.

My best escape was past the predictable stationary opponent. I steady my heart and channel my magic to the palm of my hand. I let it grow until my arm started to shake, and I leapt out, bracing myself.

BOOM!

I jolt, not just the turret but the entire corridor had been obliterated. Smoke rose up from the rubble as adrenaline surged through me. I couldn't waste time, I had to go help my team! I charged forward, wild grin on my face and wind rushing past me. Daylight shone out, and as I was about to go regroup a figure appeared in front of me.

I crouch down mid sprint, lowering my centre of gravity and ran straight into him, bowling him over but retaining my own balance. In a second I'd turned over, pinning both his legs down with one of my knees, the other across his chest keeping both his hands behind him, awkwardly resting between him and the ground. My knife was against his throat and I glared down at the man, who stared up from behind his skewed sunglasses.